How can three days feel like a week? My son and I flew to Texas
Friday for our niece/cousin’s wedding Saturday, and flew home Sunday. Whew. The
wedding was at 5 p.m. with the
reception and “after party” at my sister- and brother-in-law’s house lasting
until much later. (I believe my son
and nephew stayed up until 3…)
As usual, a trip/family milestone triggered some
introspection. This go-round’s random observations:
I feel lucky to get along so well with my husband’s family.
I don’t have brothers and sisters so I love sharing his. All the fun without
the drama!
I did more people watching. This time, I especially noticed
the facial expressions of women my age and older. Some women (men, too) look
like nothing pleases them, and they’re just waiting for an excuse to get mad. I
don’t want to be—or to look—soured by life; I want to meet it with a smile,
curiosity and optimism. How can I make my face reflect that?
It may be physically impossible not to dance to Play That Funky Music, especially after one has had a glass or two of champagne.
An idea for after we drop our son off at college: make a bucket
list on the way home in the car. My sister- and brother-in-law did this after
dropping our niece (their youngest) at college. Might keep me from crying all
the way home. (I said might.)
So that was my weekend. How was yours?
